One month ago I had a dream that I was in some strange destroyed ruins of a bleak, grey colored land with a dark lord type figure and his army of minions off in the distance with a wave of fire on the horizon, and there was some small island where some wild ampfers were growing, and i climbed past dead possums up into some unexplored ruined building that ended up being really nice and ceremonial on the inside, and I found something called the Pen of Paracelsus in a box, which was like some holy item or something, and then I continued walking through the building and i ended up in my grandma's house that i lived in for three years before last year, and i then became lucid when i realized that made no sense, and i walked out the back door onto the porch and the garage door opened and i went to go see who opened it but no one was there, and then i woke up.

 

I found it very weird that I referred to the curly dock plants in the dream by their german name of "ampfer" when prior to having the dream I didn't know who paracelsus was and that he happened to have been a swiss german.